Hello. So I was wondering, could you please hurry the hell up? I need you now. I need late nights, and early mornings on the beach. I need concerts, and parties. I need swim team, and my summertime friends. I need long weekends at Tripp Lake, and dancing in the waterfalls. I need sun on my skin and sand in my eyes. I need tubing, and adventures to find rope swings of the shore of the river.
I don’t mean to be needy, but I really need you, now.
I can’t keep doing this. The fighting. The explosions. The stomach aches. The resent, and the hatred.
The more we fight the worse it will get. We need to talk, but I can’t do it. It’s just something about her-maybe her facial expressions, her actions, the way she won’t just shut her freaking mouth and listen. She says that I am disrespectful to her, but what about me? Just because she is my mom, my elder, my superior doesn’t give her any right to expect something of me that she doesn’t give in return.
I wish it would all stop. I want to go the beach. I want to feel the sun on my skin. But right now, I am trapped.
Trapped in my room. Trapped in this freaking house. Trapped in my mind. The worst place to be tapped is in my mind; because in there I think of everything I want to say, but when I go to say it, it always fails.
I need the wind in my hair. I need to be free from this hell.
"Everybody has problems and many have problems way worse than yours," she says.
Yeah, others have problems worse, but this is MY problem NOW, and it’s eating away at my soul.